Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1887-07-07

against the DEGREES of fate for having
concentrated all human happiness in
one pair.
Lou, as he called her. was literally
radiant woman. Her pale beauty was
of that beamy order that emits an
aureole. You never could quite divest
yourself of the notion that a lambert.
psychic light fell on things when she
/ looked at them. She was. I suppose,
| that perfect equipoise of gentleness and
sweetness and tenderness that the
poets have found no other name for
than woman.
Mrs Sherman, who used to drive up
| there from the Clock Tower House.
| called her an "alabaster lamp" L
| stood there on the graveled path one
| afternoon admiring the bush Glacs that
I hung drowsy in their own perfume in
great masses round the porch, and she
came and put her bright face through
them to see who it was. She lit the
scene in an instant After all, flowers
and sunshine itself were only frames
| for that face. remember the shade of
| disappointment that crossed it She
| thought Binninger had come.
Such women pierce every man with
| tiny darts m ade of his own unworthi-
| ness.
But the aerolitei Yes. Well, listen.
Do you recall the 29th of May, 1873?
Let me remind you of two things that
| occurred in New York. In the first
! place we had one of those unreasonable
| Aok hot 81 frr
| two or three days in the spring. PeO-
pie fell down in the streets, struck by
the sun as with bludgeOn. Then
there was a kind of incipient riot up
town, caused by a strike of railroad
| men.
| 1t was a Friday morning. The shad-
ows of the lilacs were dancing across
the white cloth on the breakfast table
| in Binninger's cottage. A bobolink
was pouring out brayura air exult-
ingly on the rail of the porch. You
could hear the stroke of steamers.
paddles on the river below. Every
thing at this early hour was dewy and
cool and musical.
| Binninger sat there ut the table,
drinking his coffee and trying to look
at the morning paper at the same time.
Lou sat opposite at the same table,
dreamily watching him.
| In q high chair, rather prematurely,
was the curly-headed Binninger, try
ing to hit the dancing shadows with
| spoon.
Jack" said Mrs. Binninger, with
pause. And Jack threw down the
paper, and with his coffee-cup in his
hand regarded her with concentrated
admiration and tenderness.
'Tm going to the city to-day"
''Ha- har' he cried. '''Pon my
word, believe you are afraid to tell
me what You want"
mo, no." she replied, quickly, 81
don't want any thing; it's not that"
isn't it?''
"No, no. I must go down to the
| dressmaker's, and I've some shopping
to do. But can't wait and come back
with you. must hurry home by two
o'clock. You'll not mind, viii you?'
Eyes, shall mind" he said. ITO
know you are coming, and into that
dingy old office at four o'clock, makes
the whole day light Must you go?'
81 really must. want my dress for
Sunday, and there's lots of other
things"
'Well. he said, getting up and look
ing at his watch, ''by Jove, I've only
got seven minutes to catch that train.
Goodbye, Bobblesr' And he kissed the
curly-headed boy, put his arms round
his wife, seized his hat, stood there at
the door a moment and came back and
kissed her again.
Jack" said she, elf you don't think
fought to 60"
my dear, if You must go, don't be
foolish and tire yourself out running
fail to be here when l come back.
Goodbye. I've got to run for it There S
the whistler
He got as far as the little gate. Some
thing seemed to call him back. It was
an indistinct impulse that made him
turn. The bobolink was calling on the
rail. He heard Boobies voice in the
breakfast-room. The bright morning
was full of inarticulate voices. But he
did not understand them, and mo-
ment later he was running down the
hill to the train with a happy heart.
Could he have interpreted the voices
I think this is what they said:
Don't let her go! Don't let her go!
Don't let her gor'
| w.
Seven hours in the counting-room.
A long desert of calculation broken by
half hours oasis of lunch at DeImon-
ico's; a passing word with Saunders.
who asked after Lou. Saunders had
been in love with her himself. Two
minutes with Brainsby on the corner,
who said he had GOT his steam launch